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◈ I’m an Infinite Regressor, But I’ve Got Stories to Tell
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The Hypocrite III
After subjugating the Mastermind and venturing beyond the Ural Mountains, I traveled overseas multiple tis with Ji-won.
The reason was simple.
“Ji-won, did you get a good look at New Delhi?”
“Yes, it’s now visible on the Mini-Map.”
“Good. Next, let’s visit Naryan-Mar.”
The goal was to familiarize Ji-won with the cities beyond the mountains and the key figures living within them.
As you may already know, once Ji-won fulfills certain conditions, she can mark targets on her Mini-Map. This allowed the Command Center of the National Road Managent Corps to have a map of not only the Korean Peninsula but also the Japanese Archipelago and the entire Eurasian continent as well. Thanks to this, I was able to grasp international affairs remotely, at least to a certain extent.
For soone like , who planned to establish a multinational coalition that would surpass the Korean Awakener Alliance soday, traveling abroad with Ji-won wasn’t optional—it was essential.
The sa went for the 703rd cycle.
“Hmm?”
However, the mont we hastily made our return to the Korean Peninsula after marking down Naryan-Mar, I felt an unsettling sense of dissonance.
Sothing was different.
‘...Why isn’t the Saintess welcoming ?’
Usually, upon my return to the Korean Peninsula, the Saintess’s telepathy would soon greet warmly.
[Have you returned, Mr. Undertaker?] or [Nothing unusual happened here while you were away, Mr. Undertaker.] Alternatively, [Mr. Undertaker, there’s trouble! A strange Void appeared while you were gone!]
My travels with Ji-won weren’t vacations but, instead, missions with clear objectives. Thus, our departure and return dates were always predetermined. It was evident when and where I would return. Yet, strangely, the Saintess’s voice was absent that day.
“G-Guild Leader, you’re back?”
Instead, Ah-ryeon awaited at the rendezvous point.
She dismissed her escort team and sent them far away, then turned to and hesitated, looking nervous—a rare expression for soone acting as the Saintess of the North. It was as though she had done sothing wrong.
“Ah-ryeon, why are you here?”
“Well... The Saintess...”
She glanced at Ji-won briefly. Whatever understanding passed between their exchanged glances had Ji-won taking a few steps back in response.
Then Ah-ryeon covered her mouth with the back of her hand and whispered softly, “The Saintess... has passed away.”
The Saintess had always boasted an overwhelming survival rate compared to my other allies, including those of the Regressor Alliance.
Not 100%, of course. Like anyone else, the Saintess occasionally died.
In the 670th cycle, she slipped and fell to her death while strolling on the Seongsu Bridge. In another, she was mistakenly killed by an ally. During the 687th cycle, an Outer God directly caused an earthquake in Seoul, annihilating her.
“She was found near Sinuiju...” Do-hwa muttered at the Saintess’s funeral as she cleaned her monocle. “My guess is that she went out to greet you on the day you returned...”
“The Saintess, who was a hardcore hobody.”
“Well, it’s not like I know myself. Maybe she ventured into unfamiliar territory around Sinuiju and encountered a strange Anomaly.”
Such incidents had occurred before, after all.
I thoroughly retraced the Saintess’s path, examining every detail. However, there was no evidence of interference from an Outer God or the Mastermind.
It was a simple accident. The Saintess had ventured further than usual to welco after my long-distance mission. During this rare excursion, an unexpected Anomaly claid her life.
“You should’ve insisted on warning her, telling her to stay put and never wander outside.” When I didn’t respond, she pushed, “I’ll ask directly. Undertaker, why didn’t you?”
True, if I had persistently indoctrinated her with warnings about the dangers of the world outside, prohibited even her occasional strolls, and earnestly begged her to remain inside, especially since she could freeze ti to monitor the entire peninsula without leaving her ho, then she might have agreed.
“Yes, I understand,” she likely would have agreed with her usual emotionless expression, accepting my logic that it was safer.
This “what if” scenario surfaced vividly in my mind, so vivid that I had to shake my head to dispel the thought.
“Noh Do-hwa, Chief of the National Road Managent Corps. I see regression not as a thod to limit possibilities but to explore nurous alternatives.”
“Hmm...?”
“Imagine I kidnap the elderly patients under your care and coerce you into following my commands with threats to their well-being. Now know that day will never co.”
Do-hwa’s eyes, including the one magnified by her monocle, widened slightly. Her flawless, obsidian-like pupils reflected my face.
We didn’t speak after that.
The Saintess’s funeral was modest. The mourners consisted solely of mbers of the Regressor Alliance. Thus, in the nearly empty mortuary, Do-hwa’s subdued voice carried effortlessly.
“This is surprising. I didn’t expect you to be capable of conjuring up such scenarios...”
Was it just my imagination? Despite my harsh words, Do-hwa didn’t seem displeased. If anything, she appeared slightly amused.
Her gloved fingers, thin as fins, stirred the air deliberately.
“Would you like to try?” She drew her finger slowly along the line from my cheekbone to my jaw. A faint leathery scent, mingled with her body’s natural aroma, wafted past . “If you always wore such an expression, I might find it more entertaining.”
“Noh Do-hwa.”
“Yes, I apologize. It’s improper to revel too much at soone else’s funeral. Learning how you behave when the lady from Yongsan dies made today worthwhile.”
Shall we discuss business now?
Her words ended with an unmistakable smirk.
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With the Saintess gone, the collapse of law and order across the Korean Peninsula—and the ultimate defense line—was inevitable.
Several cycles passed after that. From my perspective as a regressor, I had ample ti to prepare counterasures.
“Seo Gyu, how’s public sentint?”
“Hmm. On SG Net, people seem mostly convinced.”
I had long prepared “what if” scenarios for the Saintess’s disappearance.
Replacing her role entirely was impossible. No one could match her irreplaceable value. However, while extending her presence wasn’t feasible, I could mask her absence.
Author: Collector of All Anomalies
Greetings, Awakeners of the Korean Peninsula.
You must have been taken aback by the disappearance of the starlit voices that have nurtured you like infants until now.
Rejoice!
The vile Constellations that treated you like immature children have been imprisoned by , the Collector of All Anomalies!
You are all capable of growing and standing tall as fully-fledged humans, yet these insidious Constellations kept you confined within their shallow boundaries. How pitiful of them, don’t you agree?
Just like a child with overbearing parents, you must have felt suffocated. Well, they weren’t even your parents to begin with. Laughs.
Even now, I can sense their wrathful cries from where I have them imprisoned.
Rest assured, I’ve secretly captured and confined these wicked Constellations, so there’s no need for concern.
May you recognize , the Collector of All Anomalies, as your true and sole guardian. With this, I take my leave.
Farewell. Closes with a flourish.
This deception was branded as the “Constellations’ Abduction Plot.”
To support the lie, SG Net underwent a drastic redesign. Its forrly white-dominated interface was transford into a sinister red-and-black the that oozed an ominous aura.
Seo Gyu sighed after locking his smartphone screen. “At first, I figured everyone would see through it as a cover-up attempt, but surprisingly, it’s working really well.”
“From the beginning, SG Net was frad as a community created by Constellations, not humans.”
“Wow. You’re always two steps ahead, aren’t you, boss?”
Perhaps.
Though I spoke confidently, this was the first ti I’d tested this plan, which had only existed as a theoretical scenario, during the 703rd cycle.
The Collector of All Anomalies was a villain who had consistently attracted the ire of Awakeners. Many mistakenly believed that the Anomalies, such as the Ten Legs and teor Shower, were all her subordinates.
“The key phrase here is that the Constellations were abducted, not annihilated. If they had simply disappeared, their faith would have evaporated too. But with the hope of their eventual return, belief can beco even more entrenched.”
This gamble of mine worked partially.
- With the pesky Constellations gone, I’ll now live solely for myself!
- The Constellations are dead, and for 20 days, the Korean Awakeners endured unparalleled agony...!
So people declared their newfound freedom and acted recklessly. However, most remained faithful.
- The Constellations are being held by that damned Collector! They’re watching us even if they can’t speak for now.
- Live however you want, but when the Constellations return, they’ll punish lawbreakers first!
- The Constellations are watching you!
The overwhelming majority clung to their connection with the Constellations. This steadfastness resulted in a favorable ratio of 1:9, where only one out of ten acted out. Still, even this small percentage led to cris that hadn’t occurred while the Saintess was present.
“This cycle leaves us no choice but to fortify our foundations...”
“Pardon? What was that, boss?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking I’ll have to work even harder.”
“Geez, you’re the most diligent person I’ve ever seen. Even earlier, you worked your legs off with during training.”
“Exercise is necessary, no matter how busy you are.”
Ti passed in a blur.
The schedule of a regressor was already grueling, but filling in for the Saintess made it all the more demanding. I was so busy that upon returning to the Inunaki Tunnel, Dok-seo and Ha-yul would rush over in concern.
“Whoa, are you okay, mister? Your under-eye circles look like Do-hwa’s now.”
“I’m fine. It’s manageable.”
“...”
“You’ve gotten really good at shoulder massages, Ha-yul. I don’t feel any tension at all.”
Through relentless effort, I managed to maintain the Korean Peninsula’s security and unity. Thankfully, my advanced Awakeners physique allowed to function even after over a week without sleep. Otherwise, my mind would have crumbled long ago.
“Welco back, Your Excellency.”
Oh, right.
In the 703rd cycle, Ji-won ended up staying in the Inunaki Tunnel instead of the National Road Managent Corps’ headquarters.
With the Saintess gone, the strategic value of Ji-won’s Mini-Map had beco critical. It allowed us to track Awakeners’ movents, establish alibis, and monitor disappearances.
Without the Mini-Map, my schedule would have exceeded its limits.
“Well done today, Your Excellency.”
“Thanks, Ji-won. But why are you still in uniform even here? You can dress casually where you live, you know?”
“I find this uniform to be the most comfortable attire.”
Ji-won always wore her National Road Managent Corps uniform, even when off-duty.
“That’s fair,” I conceded. “Anyway, no major disappearances while I was gone, right?”
“There were six disappearances in total.”
“Oh no. Were they due to Anomalies?”
“Various causes. They’re individual cases rather than group disappearances.”
Regrettably, I couldn’t personally investigate every missing person. Even when the Saintess was alive, such a task was impossible.
The following years were a whirlwind of activity. Ji-won’s role grew closer to that of my personal secretary than of a team leader. She spent as much ti waiting in the Inunaki Tunnel as she did reporting to the Corps.
‘...It feels like the 5th cycle again.’
Back then, Ji-won was my direct underling before she began building her career as a key figure within the Corps.
It was a natural fit for us, and not just in my eyes either—her gaze toward occasionally carried a hint of camaraderie that had been absent in earlier cycles.
“Undertaker, it’s been a while since you brewed coffee...”
“Hmm? Oh, sure.”
One day, Do-hwa called for a private eting. Her off-handed comnt caught off guard.
“Team Leader Yu has been abducting people lately. Any idea why...?”
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